Warrior Cats Names Taken Literally Novels & Stories

“What’s his name again?” “Cathal. It means ‘great warrior.’ And if his battlefield technique is anything like his bedroom technique? People will fall.” She waggles her eyebrows. “I sure as hell did. Repeatedly.” I snort. “Okay, tell me what it’s like to hook up with another supernatural. Any weird shit?”

He rubbed his hands nervously. “...He is the commander of the warriors. We call them warriors or soldiers, not detectives or cops though they can be referred to as that but it’s because we fight war.” It wasn’t making any sense to me, that this existed, and I am his mate. “It doesn’t make any sense to me.” I folded my hands defensively across my chest. Neon slaps his palm against his forehead. “You want to see him, Jax?” “Who is Jax?” “My wolf.”

“Mommy, I’m a fierce hunter.” I correct her indignantly, rolling my eyes at her silliness. There are some things Mommies just don’t understand. “Deadly pred-ters are not sweet.” “Says who?” She inquires, sounding slightly affronted.. “Um, says everyone.” I explain, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Alpha warriors don’t come home from battle and run to their Mommies for cuddles. They go drink and hunt and kiss she-wolves.”

"Give them at least a few seconds Beta Osuof. I think we will have a winner soon!" Unlike the normal warriors when two wolves fought at high speed and rolled off the ground, my Alpha eyes could see clearly what was going on. The other warriors have no idea who will be defeated or who will win until the two get off of each other. But I could see clearly from my sight that another wolf had endured a sharp blow on his chest unable to keep up and unable to finally fight back on his opponent. "Conrad! Conrad!" "Aldin! Aldin!" The warriors chant the name of their warrior whom they want to win in the fight. "It's almost over Beta Osuof."

“We’re petting apex predators. No one panic.” "Names," the lion offers, almost formal. "I am Aurel." "Varrow," the wolf says, his tail thumping once. "Rime," the tiger adds, simple as a snowflake. “Aurel. Varrow. Rime,” I repeat. “I’m Branwen. You already knew that.” "We did," Rime says. "We smell truth."

TAWNY 4 MONTHS EARLIER For weeks we trained the Cambiador warriors. Taking a page out of MacTire’s book and splitting the warriors into five groups. Alpha, Beta, and Delta platoons. The other two platoons were named Gamma divisions. They were the warriors that would stay behind and protect the Kingdom’s capital. Then there were the new recruits, the younger werecats - the Zeta team. It was their job to act as enforcers in emergencies until they came of age or moved up to the gamma divisions.

Maddox puffed his chest and crossed his arms against it. “Show us you are worthy to become one of us, Catherine.” He said proudly, and I wanted to roll my eyes, but I kept my expression stoic as I met the warrior’s gaze in front of me. “Luna Catherine…” The warrior nodded his head and was about to position himself when I spoke, making him snap his head in my direction again. “My name is Catherine Montrell,” I emphasized my last name. “Call me, Lady Montrell, warrior.” He swallowed before a genuine smile tugged on his mouth, but it was gone in seconds. The fierceness in his eyes was gone as well, replaced by respect and fascination, giving me hope that he would not aim for the kill.

And those that remained were in a weakened state. Each rank above Soldiers had its own title. Animal Hunters usually had the title of Cat or Dog as part of their names. Thrashers were usually referred to as Boars or Bulls. The strongest of Thrashers were called ‘Wild Cats’ due to how close they were to becoming Predators. Predators usually possessed the names of the strongest hunters in the world: Lions; Tigers; Leopards; Cobras; Mambas; Eagles; Mongooses. There were several titles for them, but Predators were so few that these titles were impressive when anyone had them.

I admit, hearing Kitty shriek, looking up to see Nikki picking her up and carrying her to the lounge near the fireplace. “Romulus and Remus,” Osric chuckles, shaking his head at our excited friends who talk to Benjamin and Ares. “I like that, but I’m pretty sure they’re girls,” I pick up both kittens to verify their genders. “Skoll and Hati, after the wolves of Ragnarök,” Jonathan suggests, peeling his eyes from Roan to look down at the sleepy kittens in my lap. I smile, looking over at our daughter to see she is smiling up at her dads who are giving her all the attention she wants.

Traitor. His hand hovered over the edge of the box, fingers outstretched as he gave her a chance to object. When she didn’t, he gently brushed his fingertips over her head, then down her back in a soothing stroke. His voice dropped to a low murmur as he greeted each of the kittens, naming them like he was checking attendance. “Mochi,” he whispered with a soft touch to the sleek black one. “Nova,” he added as the orange tiger rolled over with a squeak.